Reality Dream

Wound so tightly

On the window sill

Bending backwards and then backwards again

Chasing tails

Round and round

Until the party's over

And we've emptied out the well

We stop believing the lies we tell ourselves

And no more building prisons in our heads

So no more "someday" no lottery or fame

No more fake smiling

No more flat champagne

No more thinking

"I won a race I wish I'd lost"

Bound by the wrists

We tell ourselves "we'll get over this"

Head in the sand

We were busy making plans

So no more MTV or magazines

I start living my own reality dream

I wanna see it

I wanna be it

I wanna taste it all

[x2:]

Bound by the wrists

We tell ourselves "we'll get over this"

Head in the sand

We were busy making plans

Cause' all we want is to give our hearts to someone else

Love that is everlasting

The kind of love Hollywood sells

And the happy ending? Well it's all we really ask

Don't spend your life pretending

Your happy end already passed.